PROM DATE
I was crying when I was
in the library, which no one knew, even there were lot of people, and of course
the silence books. I did not ever know why he dumped me. Maybe my love was not
enough for him, because he thought that I was too ordinary. I could not
concentrate; the papers were ignored by me on the table. Davis, my brother,
sent me ten messages, and I didn’t reply them at all. I knew, he was looking
for me, would pick me up and offered me to take a walk or just hanging around,
watched him and his band playing in Burstast Coffee. But, I did not want to go.
Someone patted my back;
she was Mrs.Garner, a nice librarian whom brought about three thick books in
her hold. She smiled at me,
“Why are you crying,
sweetie?” She said.
I unleashed my glasses
then cleaned my eyes, tears were lining down. “Nothing,” I answered.
She put the books on
the desk behind me, and sat next to me. “Do you need someone to share?” She
asked meaningfully. Because I was the regular visitor here, she might be
familiar with me.
“Oh, don’t cry.
Let me think that I could help you.” She said with low voice then she took
something from her pocket skirt. “Well, I guess. It is about the Prom, am I
right?”
She still hid the
mysterious thing in her hold, a second later she showed what it was, “Here, is
my nephew, you could offer him for the Prom, tomorrow night.” She explained.
There was a mini-photograph of a young man, handsome and clearly face, right
closed-up at it. His black glasses, added his stunning gesture.
“Are you surprise?” She
asked me.
“Yeah, how...” I could
not describe it. I was just speechless. How could she know that I needed a prom
date after I was confused and frustrated because of Hayden, my ex-boyfriend. He
and I broke-up, for sure he dumped me, though it was closer to the Prom
Night. I should have recognized that a guy like him, or everybody called Mr.
Famous-looks-for-love-till-you-drop could not be faithful to his mate.
I was just an ordinary
girl and lucky to get him. Until I realized that we were separated because he
wanted to look for some other pretty gals. I must have known that Davis did not like him,
and tried to offer some of his co-band guys to have a date with me. Instead of
accepting it, I told him to choose one of hot chicks who always chased himself
down.
“And then?”
Mrs.Garner repeated. I looked at her face, and nodded my head.
“So you say yes,
Sharma?” She was staring at her nephew photographs and laughed, “Problem
solved” She continued. I bet she really knew me very well or I doubted that she
had a psychic skill.
“What a shame...I, I
actually need a date, although my brother will take me there...” I replied.
“Yes, I need him”.
Then she just answered
thoroughly and looked at my face, “It’s Okay, so you want to pick Jensen up?”
“Me? Pick him up?” I
said wondering.
“Yes, pick him up. He’s
a new comer here; he doesn’t know your college, even this town. I suggest you
to get him for some great places” She made clear on it.
“Well, I pick him up at
seven.” I exclaimed. And with no feeling in my head, I just decided it, maybe
in a hurry, I guessed.
“Ah, Sharma, you should
thank to me! I guarantee he won’t disappoint you, he’s a lovely kid.” She tried
to convince me. I just chuckled and thanked for her kindness. I really wished
that I had a sweet prom, and Jensen would not let me down and cover my
heart from Hayden’s memory.
At D-day, I rode Black
Chevy and went to pick Jensen up at Mrs.Garner’s house. It was Davis’ car; he lent it after I told him that
I got a special date from ‘the stranger’. He actually did not care about this
stuff, he informed that he was going to attend the prom but he would come along
with his band where they would play there at 9 am.
I wore my classy tube
dress, and he said that I was amazing and I deserved the best prom date,
ever. He also remembered me not to miss The Ay-Caramba, his rock band,
about to play on stage.
I parked my car exactly
in front of Mrs.Garner’s house. I could see obviously, a cute guy whose black
tuxedo and British haircut sat besides the window pane. I was so anxious, was
he Jensen? How would this prom go ahead with him?. Oh, I was so terribly
nervous. Then Mrs.Garner opened the door.
“Are you ready,
Sharma?” she smiled at me. I smiled back at her.
She called a guy inside
the house. I knew that he was Jensen. He woke up from his seat, and then came
out with his walking cane.
A walking cane?
He was a fine-looking
guy, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he must have had muscular body inside his
tuxedo. But his walking cane made me trembling.
“I’m sorry. Are he
blind?” I spoke in shiver voice.
“Oh, honey. He was
blind. But believe me, he will treat you right tonight. Is it a matter to you?”
Mrs.Garner questioned me back.
I only sighed. Stand
still. And shocked.
Mrs.Garner reached his
hand and directed him to me. I could see his two eyes: beautiful and unfocused.
They had a shady black spot under.
“Now, you can take him
into your car.” Mrs.Garner advised. I helped him getting in my Chevy and
suddenly I felt dire, I was full of hatred. She lied to me. Liar, liar, liar!
She gave me a blind guy with his cane? I swore that I did want it, I was
punked!
“I hope we’re having
fun.” He spoke besides me.
I was just quiet and
did not respond. He was humming for a second then he offered his hand to me,
“I’m Jensen”.
“Sharma” I just held
his hand without shaking.
I was overrated! I ruined myself tonight!
I could have been embarrassed because of bringing him to College prom, as my
date. We talked in silence during on the way to the prom. I mentioned no word
until I parked my car and opened the door for him. He thanked to me, and I
seized his hand, trying to direct his steps.
He started the
conversation, but should I care? I just focused on my own, when my eyes met
with Hayden’s profile, and his new girlfriend. Their hands were holding each
other.
“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,
Sharma!” He shouted. He played innocent, pretending that we had nothing matter.
We stopped; he
approached us and stared at Jensen’s cane.
“Is he your new...”
“Friend!” I cut his
word, “Just Friend.” I gave him my cynical smile.
“A blind friend?
For Prom date, eh?” he gasped. His dark brown eyes stared at me sharply.
I could only turn my
face down. I felt suck.
“Have a wonderful
party.” Hayden continued his sentence. He waved his hand and skipped around
with his red-haired girl. I was totally offended. Was that a great moment? Oh
yeah, meeting your ex-boy with his beautiful chick and you got nothing? It was wonderful!
“Sharma?” Jensen called
me. “ Are you okay with me?”. His voice was indistinctly.
“I am okay.” I
shot to the point.
We both went through
the big auditorium. That was really a huge party. Some disco balls above, the
flashing and sparkling light and people enjoyed The Ay-Caramba’s song titled
“Baby, I love your best friend”. The audience shouted, screamed, and some of
them dancing like hot worms.
“That’s my brother
Davis.” I explained to Jensen.
“Who? Where?” he asked.
Oh, Stupid me! Of
course he could not see Davis
on stage.
“He is the one who
sings the song. Can you listen to them?” I said and my finger pointed right on
the stage.
“Oh, I listen. Great
voice,” he smiled.
When the band had
finished their song, Davis
came down from the stage and I rose my hand up. He moved forward to me.
“Sharmaaaaaaa... a
little bit late!” He was in a hurry, grabbed my clutch bag so fast and took the
car key inside.
“I take it. Ted’s car
has some troubles. I need my car; we got to go to the next Cafe. Job calls! You
can go home with your date, huh?” he said in riot voice.
“Davis... I… Can’t!” I could not tell him that
I came with a blind guy.
“With your date!” he
chopped and chuckled. Jensen was blocking him, so he did not see the eyes.
“Have a great party! I must go now!” .Then he smooched my cheek and went away.
The music turned on to
jazz tune. It was time to dance. And for that moment I discerned it would make
me sense the torture.
“Sharma, do you wanna
dance?” Jensen patted my shoulder.
“Huh?” I shocked.
“Oh, I would be tainted
if you don’t wanna help me dancing.” He laughed.
The music played “Moon River”
song. We danced slowly. I directed his hands to getting my hip and I bonded my
arm to his neck.
“Don’t choke me.” He
joked.
That time was the time
which people called ‘I don’t feel like dancing’ thing. I just realized when I
looked at the corner side; I saw Hayden with his girl hugged each other
tightly. I watched them kissing, and lucky me, he waved his hand at me
after he kissed her. I just closed my eyes. Silly! My heart was destroyed,
outraged, and my tears were falling down from my eyes.
“Sharma?” Jensen
whispered in my ear.
“I wanna go outside.
I’m sick of this!” I roared roughly.
I took his walking cane
which was under my feet and gave it to him. We went outside, sat on the bench.
I cried, loudly. This was my first time crying in front of a stranger.
“What’s wrong?” He
asked me. Though he heard my groaning, he could not notice my crying face. His
eyes were unfocused in searching my body around.
“I’m badly hurt and no
one can cover me!” I grunted.
“Sorry, sorry, if I
hurt you” He said spontaneously.
“No, not you actually .
Sorry, I had a personal problem” I confessed.
He turned his face
down, seemed like he tried to touch my face. He had flawlessness on his
expression; he was so attractive despite his blindness. Honestly, he had pretty
green eyes as if those things could see. Then, he took off his tuxedo and gave
it to me, “Take it, I know it’s cold here. If you wanna be alone, I can get a
cab for myself”.
“No!” I shouted. “I
don’t wanna go home, and my car has been taken by my brother, I just don’t
wanna be alone!”
He nodded his head and
once again, we spoke in silence. He let me alone in my solitude. Yet, he knew
that I did want to make a conversation. I just wanted to think my stuff
about Hayden in my own mind. I felt so much pain, I wished I could have grabbed
my pillow. I took a look at him; He was sleeping besides me, laid his back on
the bench. At a glance, I never thought that I would lay my head on his chest.
But, I did, I intended to do it. It was soft, warm and I could hear his heart
beating.
The sunshine was
flaring through, twinkled my eyes as I opened it.
But, where was I?
I did not realize till
someone in front of me, the driver, said “Good morning”. I moved my head
aside; there was Jensen, and he was lying next to me.
“You are in
Mr.Buckley’s car”
I gasped. I worried. I
was afraid. Did I wake up in Jensen’s car? Then I felt something was holding my
hand.
“Thanks” Jensen said
with his deeply voice.
“You..!” I shocked. I
could not utter a word.
“Yeah, I’m Jensen
Buckley and I’m not blind!” he laughed. He touched my face, I was
nervous. He was more handsome than before, and he was NOT BLIND! How could it
be?
“I’m on shooting a film
here in this town, rolling as a blind man. Oh, That’s pathetic.” He scorned
himself. “Then I had to cut my hair like Paul McCartney.” He laughed. All of
sudden, my face automatically changed like a red plum, I was shy and I felt the
excited feeling in my heart.
“And Mrs.Garner was a
great woman, a good theater teacher. She helped me to improve my character; she
advised me to screw the crowded place and also people like you! Cool! I cheated
on them” He continued.
“Yeah, that was a great
success” I murmured.
“Thanks for helping me,
too. For taking me to your prom nite.” He spoke in a lovely tone.
His beautiful eyes
stared at me, and unexpectedly he kissed me. I felt his cherry lips, so smooth
and soft. For the second time, I swore it was too good to ignore. Maybe, it was
too good to be true. It was so amazing. We kissed and touched each other face
until his car stopped at Mrs.Garner’s house.
That was all, about my
Prom nite story. That was the best prom nite after I ever had! Davis felt sorry about leaving me on the
Prom, he was a little bit shocked because of a Limo was parked in front of my
lawn, but I told him that was okay. I told him about what happened yesterday. I
was happy to say this to him: “I got a very, very, very special date”. Maybe, Davis was right that I
deserved to have the best date, ever.
